Apparently the statement "You won't have Richard Nixon to kick around anymore" was wrong.

And now this: 

I was going to title it "Daily I stroll contentedly in my garden.  There is a gate, but it is always shut. Beyond the gate I can hear people.  But I don't let them in."

Which, as I'm sure you've guessed already, is a slightly modified version of a poem by 5th Century Chinese poet Tao Qian.  First two lines by him; second two by me.  Except it was too long.

Creepy-odd how much Paul Ryan looks like Richard Nixon.  I couldn't help myself--he just kept appearing in the paint.  And at a certain point all I could do was welcome him in and congratulate him on his foreign policy.

One interesting note, if you find these things interesting, is during what one might call the discovery stage, I glued down several pieces of the New York Times.  This is one little bit that remains visible.  It's on his right ear.  So we're clear, the article from which the newsprint was ripped had nothing to do with Ryan.  It was just ...  well, I don't know what it was.  

Me?  I always felt like collage was a second rate art form.  Does that make me a bad person?  

Anyway, this is about what's going to New York with me tomorrow.  I need to sign it, plus clean up his collar.